The Premier stood on the shipping deck of Zvezdny Gorodok. Accompanying him were Field Marshal Lukas Keller, Commissar Michel de Grasse, the Minister of Plenty, and an honor guard consisting of a few of the Coalition's most well trained marine troops. The men were aboard the Coalition's fortress moonbase to transfer over to their intended suitable transport for the trip to Gran Canaria, small talk occupying their time as the preparations were completed.
When the time came they would board their transporter, the Coalition Peoples' Ship Prosperity. It was an otherwise unremarkable DL-series border worlder's transporter craft. It was equipped with standard countermeasures and interdiction capability, heavy guns for such a ship and, save the telltale glow of its Coalition-manufactured engines and its transponder, would likely blend in well amidst the myriad traffic that normally permeated the orbit of Gran Canaria. It certainly held a bit more aesthetic distinction than the armada of Pitbulls that Volgograd Industrial nominally had scrounged up, and was also probably a good bit better suited for carrying dignitaries.
Once everyone was settled they would depart for Gran Canaria. The trip was destined to be more or less over as soon as it began due to the proximity of New Moscow and Omega-49. When the ship got to its destination it would follow the standard established docking procedures with the Bretonian-controlled installations.
Even if it was relatively quick, space maneuvers still took a substantial amount of time to complete. No doubt the officials coming with the Premier would take the opportunity to voice their opinion to him about the impending meeting.
